The emperor summoned his ministers to let the Shamen Taoist priests openly debate and evaluate the merits and disadvantages, so as to determine the order of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. For such a grand event, how could the people of Chang'an City, who lacked entertainment, give up the opportunity to watch. What's more, in the past ten days, the atmosphere in the city has been extremely tense, and the reputation of Buddhism has plummeted, so that countless people who believe in the Buddha began to feel confused and helpless.

On December 20th, the first white in the east, the square in front of the palace of Chang'an City was full of onlookers, which can be described as an empty alley. As far as the eye can see, there are nearly 100,000 people. In the middle of the square, there was a high platform covering an area of about 1,000 square meters, but at this time, it was like a flat boat, tightly wrapped by the tide of people, and it looked a little weak and thin.

Around the high platform, nearly 10,000 royal guards lined up in a tight formation, strictly protecting the high platform behind them. The solemn aura on the guards also made the onlookers feel depressed and did not dare to make a mistake, and even the noise was much quieter.

Between the high platform and the Praetorian Guard, there is a large open space, but at this time it is also full of people, there are nearly a thousand monks standing in the west, and the number of Taoist priests in the east is similar, the two sides of the people and horses look at each other across the high platform, with a solemn and solemn face.

As the red sun struggled to break free from the last shackles of the horizon and leap into the air, a loud shout came from far away from the palace: "The emperor has arrived!" ”

All the voices in the square quickly subsided, and all eyes turned to the north, where the main entrance of the palace was. The towering gate of the palace slowly opened, and in the midst of all the attention, the first to appear was the two thousand feather forest soldiers in bright armor, one by one, walking out of the palace with their chests held high, and came to the high platform from the passage opened by the Praetorian Guards.

Yu Wenyun appeared at the gate of the palace in the morning light, a bright yellow dragon robe glowed with a faint golden light in the sunlight, and the dragon pattern embroidered on the dragon robe swayed with his movement, which was very powerful.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" When Yuwen Yong appeared, the crowd standing in the square immediately bowed down and knelt on the ground and shouted respectfully, except for Yulin Jun, there were only two people who remained standing, one was a Shamen disciple, and the other was a Taoist priest.

"Flat body-" Yu Wenyong walked up to the high platform in high spirits, sat on the dragon chair that had already been set up in the north, looked at the crowd under the high platform, and shouted majestically.

As early as the primitive period, the Chinese ancestors had the habit of sitting in the north and facing south, and the doors of most houses and buildings were also facing south. Sitting in the north and facing south, not only for lighting, but also for shelter from the wind. From the perspective of yin and yang doctrine and divination, the ancients regarded the south as supreme, while the north symbolized defeat and surrender.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Under the leadership of the civil and military officials, the crowd stood up one after another after thanking them, quietly looking at the high platform, waiting for Yu Wenyong to speak.

Compared with the crowded and noisy scene on Chang'an City Square, the Dasheng Gambling House, which is booming in business, seems a little deserted at this time. It seems that gamblers also go to the square to watch the wind and see which sect has good luck and will bow down many times in the future, so that they can win in the casino.

In the backyard of Dasheng Gambling House, in Zhang Rong's residence, Zhang Rong and Shang Peng stood opposite each other.

Shang Peng stood with his head down, his face calm and respectful, and only when Zhang Rong couldn't see it, a flash of burning and schadenfreude flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Rong was worried, although she was still so beautiful, bright and moving, but Shang Peng could still see the anxiety, exhaustion and haggard between her eyebrows. There was some bloodshot in her big watery eyes, and while Shang Peng's heart ached slightly, she hated the joy of snatching away his beloved even more.

"Shang Peng, how is the matter, is there a happy whereabout?" Zhang Rong asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry Sect Master, my subordinates are incompetent!" Shang Peng replied in a low voice.

"It's been eight days, you don't have a clue, have you paid attention, what have you done in Chang'an City in the past ten years?" Zhang Rongliu's eyebrows were raised, and she scolded with an angry face.

Eight full days passed, and the joy disappeared like a stone in the sea, and not only tens of thousands of Praetorian Guards were chasing his whereabouts, but even the people of the city were mad at looking for his whereabouts for the dignity of the empire and the bounty. In the past eight days, Zhang Rong's heart was so anxious that she had used almost all the power of the Lunatic Worship Sect in Chang'an City, but she did not get the slightest message about her happiness.

No news may be the best news, proving that Happy is safe, but Zhang Rong still can't help but worry about Happy Happy. It is a great shame for the Yuwen clan to defile the crown princess, this is a trampling on their dignity, and no one can endure such humiliation. Once Xing's whereabouts were revealed, Zhang Rong really didn't dare to imagine what his ending would be.

"I'm sorry, Master!" Shang Peng's face suddenly became extremely ugly, his eyes were full of anger and resentment, and his fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and his muscles were violent. Because Shang Peng lowered his head, Zhang Rong didn't notice his change.

"Happy, don't let me find you, otherwise I will make you unable to survive and die!" Shang Peng clenched his teeth, secretly ruthless in his heart.

Shang Peng is not what Zhang Rong said, and he didn't do his best to find happiness. On the contrary, in the search for pleasure, he invested twelve points of energy. For happiness, Shang Peng can be said to hate it to the core, happiness not only made him seriously injured, but also hated him for taking his wife, which is obviously his wishful thinking. These days, Shang Peng is eagerly looking forward to Xing Xing's appearance, and he wants to watch him fall into the arms of hell alone, helpless and desolate, but unfortunately, Xing Xing and Yang Lihua seem to disappear out of thin air.

Zhang Rong snorted coldly, her pretty face was frosty, and she said in a deep voice: "What has happened recently is quite weird, I'm afraid something will happen." Today, the emperor has convened a public debate among the three religions, and you should go and see what the result is, and if there is a change, come and report to me quickly! ”

"Yes!" Shang Peng said yes and left at Zhang Rong's signal.

"Alas-" Zhang Rong sat down slowly, sighing softly, there was a lot of sadness, a lot of helplessness, and a lot of resentment in that low sigh. Zhang Rong leaned her arms on the table, her hands on her cheeks, and she looked out the window with empty eyes, her face full of haggard exhaustion.

"Husband, where are you? Are your injuries healed? Why don't you come to Rong'er if you have a problem? For some reason, Zhang Rong suddenly felt upset, she stood up suddenly, and said to herself: "No, I'm going out to find him, I must ensure his safety!" Saying that, Zhang Rong quickly changed into a very ordinary clothes, at first glance she looked like a village girl, but her appearance was very delicate.

Zhang Rong quietly came to the street from the back door of the Dasheng Gambling House, and couldn't help but be a little dazed for a while, not knowing how to find happiness. Just as Zhang Rong was scanning the surroundings and guessing where Xingxing might be hiding, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him, about to disappear at the corner of the street.

Zhang Rong was stunned at first, and then her whole body was shocked, a lightning bolt crossed her brain, and some kind of guess suddenly appeared in her heart. Zhang Rong's eyes froze suddenly, she gathered the aura in her body, and quickly chased after the familiar figure. At this time, many people in Chang'an City gathered in the square, and the streets were much sparser.

"Huh? What about people? Zhang Rong followed the man for two streets, but suddenly disappeared from the target at the entrance of a secluded alley, and couldn't help but wonder. She was suddenly alert in her heart, her hands were slightly raised, across her chest, her feet were slightly separated, and her eyes were like knives, scanning the environment around her sharply.

"Whew!" The sound of wind sounded behind her head, Zhang Rong didn't look back, her body suddenly rushed forward, followed by a short body, and her right fist quickly struck backwards like a pendulum.

"Hey!"

"Bang!"

With a low shout accompanied by a muffled sound, Zhang Rong's body retreated a few steps to the side, and the enemy's surprise attack was also defused, and the volley's body quickly jumped backwards.

"Old thief in the yin pool, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Zhang Rong stood up straight, looked at Yin Chi lightly and said.

The person Zhang Rong pursued was Yin Chi, if he hadn't been happy to appear at the right time last time, Zhang Rong was afraid that he would have already fallen into the way, so Zhang Rong had a deep memory of Yin Chi's figure.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, the little lady is becoming more and more smart!" Yin Chi showed a silver smile on his face, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips slightly, his eyes fiery on Zhang Rong's chest and scanning, full of aggression.

"Oh, really?" Zhang Rong smiled coquettishly, gently brushed the hair of her sideburns, and her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and her eyes suddenly became moist, as if she had infinite spring love, and it seemed to be resentful and delicate, which made people feel moved and pity.

Yin Chi's eyes suddenly lit up, staring directly at Zhang Rong, swallowing his saliva with his Adam's apple, and said with some eagerness: "If you get the love of the old man, I'm afraid it will be even more beautiful!" ”

Zhang Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, stretched out her spring onion-like left index finger and gently placed it on her delicate red lips, and then stretched out her pink fragrant tongue and licked it gently, and the pale pink nails suddenly had a touch of crystal, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Zhang Rong's fair face was flushed, her eyes became a little blurry, and she looked at Yin Chi's gaze and wanted to refuse it. Her plump chest began to rise and fall violently, and the delicate wings of her nose fluttered slightly, showing her inner excitement and longing.

Although Zhang Rong didn't speak, Yin Chi had already understood what she meant.

"The old man is here!" Yin Chi swallowed a mouthful of spit fiercely, his eyes were red, and he opened his arms and pounced on Zhang Rong.

Zhang Rong didn't dodge or dodge, her eyes were confused and happy, cheers came out of her yin pool, and her feet were faster.

Just when the yin pool was less than a foot away from Zhang Rong, Zhang Rong's eyes suddenly became cold as frost, a pair of eyes were like sharp swords, murderous and wanton, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a disdainful and mocking smile.